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Past and present now embrace / Worlds collide in inner space / Unstoppable, the song we play Andrey Yver. Private Eye.

[andreysyvers]

ericmorgcn:

“I’m starting to regret taking this thing off,” Eric said with a sigh, flicking the edge of his masquerade mask. He glanced up with a shake of his head, a forced smile gracing his lips when he looked to the person nearest to him. “I’ve been mistaken for a waiter three times now.” God, he needed to upgrade his wardrobe – or maybe just stop double-fisting the champagne. Easing up on the drinking tonight, though, didn’t seem like a feasible option. Not when his wrist itched a particular envelope felt like it was burning a hole in his breast pocket. Eric was shooting for tipsy, if not drunk, to commemorate the moment he officially met his future spouse. So, to continue with that plan, he swiped two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, this time turning towards the other to offer one of the glasses. “Help me out here.”

         The coldness of Bleak Falls has surely taken over her, Andrey mused as she lurched through the crowd, watching blurs flittering about, chattering filling her ear as she inhales the flourish scents and luscious perfumes, which make her nauseous. She wrinkled her nose, suddenly missing her damp dark office. Erzebeth still kept a painting of Andrey hanging at the ballroom, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek when she passed it, doing her best not to scoff. The marked itched, as if demanding Andrey to pay it attention, think about it. She refused, deciding to busy her mind with alcohol instead. Catching the man's words, she chuckled, giving a soft nod of her head and accepting the flute with a quiet 'thank you' as she placed her hand in the pocket of her well-fitted suit pants. "If I may ask," she started, giving a quick glance around the room before returning her attention back to the man, "why did you take it off? Seems like a poor decision. The Order is very strict with their... orders." Taking a sip of her champagne, she waved her hand in the direction of the gardens, and continued, her tone serious and dry, "and the ghosts might be able to recognize you when you leave."

[andreysyvers]

{ hi, hello! this is ale again with yet another trash child. anyway, more about andrey can be found under the cut. if anyone would like to plot, just dm me }

        —  ( rachel weisz, 48, she/her, ) — Dearest ANDREY YVER, as a bearer of the mark, the Inner Order has the pleasure to inform you are to wed RACHEL MCADAMS/JENNIFER CONNELLY/CHARLIZE THERON/ASK PLAYER. You are ALOOF and COLD, but so LOYAL and HARDWORKING, I’m sure you will get along just fine. Working as a PRIVATE EYE, we’ve heard that you like PUBLIC SEX and PRAISE, but dislike SCAT and AGE PLAY

          —  Not much is known about Andrey Yver. As an infant, Andrey was found inside a basket at the town's line, wrapped in a thin old blanket.

           — The Order took Andrey in, caring for her until they could find a suitable parent.   

       —   Andrey was adopted by a man named Artyom Yver, an Order member. She was raised in luxury and knew all of the Order secrets.

      —   Her father loved her dearly, but he wasn't a warm person. He was always busy with business, and Andrey was left alone most of the time.

         —   She never minded it, however. She would explore the woods around her house, watching the shadows in the lake swim.

        —   When she turned eighteen, Andrey married Erzebeth Vaughan;  it was arranged, and they hardly felt anything for each other. Andrey doubted Erzebeth was capable of feeling anything at all.

       —   They had a daughter, soon after the wedding.

       —   Much like her father, Andrey wasn't the warmest affectionate person around; she cared, terribly so, but she was cold and was a woman of silence.

      —  When her father decided to retire, Erzebeth took over his place on the Order, and Andrey decided to work for them.

      —   She would make people disappear, talk to the werewolves and politely ask them to stop mating behind John's, make sure the mermaids were safe, and would ask the witches to stop trying to summon the witch of the lake.

      —   She had to keep all a secret, of course. But she never minded it much.

     —   Her marriage with Erzebeth ended when they were both 38, and fought more than shared a bed.

        —   She was granted visits to her daughter, but she always tried to avoid her ex-wife. Only when she had to take care of things for the Order they would talk.

        —   Caelan, her child, ended up taking Andrey's fiery personality, and Andrey would more often than not be called by the school because her daughter started a fight.

       —   Andrey is a very bitter person, she has seen too much, suffered too much, and she is really fucking tired of Bleak Falls and its people.

      —   IS A DOM

      —   Honestly, someone be her fuck buddy

     —  Is not happy about the mark, at all. The thought off getting married again scares her.

    — A mom friend, even if she is a little harsh sometimes

     —   Her private eye job is just a facade for what she does to the Order, but she can never say no to cases and she is tired

    —   Has a french accent and no one knows why or how.

[mounta-ins]